Jian Dan felt countless pairs of eyes simultaneously staring at her the moment she spoke.
Before she could react, she saw the people who had been sitting on the sofa now standing in a line right in front of her.
"What are you all doing…?"
"What do you mean 'what'? Get a move on!" Xi Rui, at the front of the line, directly took Jian Dan's hands and placed them on his face.
"What for?"
"What do you mean 'what for'? Go on, touch my face, and you might remember me!" Xi Rui said, even closing his eyes, waiting for Jian Dan to feel his features.
Feeling awkward, Jian Dan looked at Xi Rui half-squatting before her and the people standing behind him.
Could she say she was only joking earlier?
She was in a bind!
What could Jian Dan do with things as they were now?
For a long time afterward, Jian Dan found herself in face-touching mode.
She had almost touched half of them when someone suddenly cut in line.
"Uncle, weren't you going to work? How come…"
